I knew the day would come eventually. In one of my first posts, I mentioned a guy who was doing something similar to what I’m doing now. His observation was that security personnel at these large companies doesn’t care how insane you are if you work at the company and aren’t hurting anyone. Last night, I had my first run in with company security. What follows is my experience.

It’s almost 1 am, I just got out of a movie with a few friends. The movie was mediocre at best, certainly nothing special. I drive my house back to my usual parking place at the edge of a company lot, as I normally do. I grab my bag of toiletries and head into a nearby building to brush my teeth and wash my face. As I walk out, I pass a security car. They linger for a minute, and then drive off. I don’t think much of it. After a short traipse across the lot, I hop into my car, put on my pajamas, and go to sleep.

Human beings didn’t become the dominant lifeforms on the planet by being rigid and inflexible in the face of change. We’re able to adapt, when we receive similar stimuli over and over again, we react to it more and more efficiently and effectively each time. Naturally, these stimuli come in an endless procession, in innumerable forms. On a physical, nearly tangible level, repeated stresses on our bodies build muscle mass so that we’re better equipped to handle these stresses in the future. Biologically, our bodies learn to handle repeated threats by developing antigens after the first encounter. Socially, we modify our habits to fit in with our habitats. When we uproot our lives and move to other locations we learn local customs over time, and our interactions with our environment become more fluid over time. My situation is no different, and I’m definitely noticing the ways I’ve adjusted, both consciously and unconsciously, to my environment.

First of all, apologies for the lack of updates over the past few weeks, I've been busy with a product launch and doing a bit of work-related travel, so I haven't had a chance to sit down and polish off any of posts. However, things are starting to settle down, and I have a bunch of new posts in the pipeline at various levels of readiness, so watch for those over the coming week.

In a world where everything is prepackaged, replaceable, and easily disposable, trash is tragically an unavoidable by-product of living. Whether it’s paper towels, tissues, plastic packaging, cleaning products, cardboard containers, clothing tags, receipts, pretty much every transaction you make is going to generate some type of waste. And waste is, like, generally bad, right? It takes up space, serves no real purpose, wastes resources and energy, and most importantly for truck folk, there’s really no good place to put it.

People have all sorts of suggestions for how you should spend your 20s, and they land pretty much everywhere on the spectrum. Some say you should work extra hard to provide yourself with a solid foundation for the future. After all, you’re young and void of life’s later obligations, put that time to good use. Others say you shouldn’t squander it toiling your best years away in monotony. As is probably evident from some of my other writings (read: ramblings), I fall somewhere in the middle. On one hand, I recognize that I’m setting up the foundation for the rest of my life right now (little to no expenses, investing early, yadda yadda yadda). But on the other hand, as I’m one to note, I only get to be this young once and I’ll be damned if I don’t make some memories to reminisce about when I’m old and gray. Plus, one of the main reasons I decided on the truck life was to minimize the time until I could start travelling.